Post Psych

As you’ve probably figured out by now, I survived the psych screen.  The Psych was actually in a house, not an office.  The room we used for the session had built in bookshelves that I would kill to have.  The Psych, spent 45 minutes talking to just me and another 30-40 minutes talking to all three of us.  Then, I got to leave.  I did not have to take the MMPI again.  I don’t know how long she talked to my IPs though I was a little sad that I didn’t really get to talk to just them without the psych at all, I don’t’ get to see them much.

I don’t know if we passed and got the okay but I’m going to assume we did because no one called to tell me otherwise.  I figure it’s like test results with your doctor’s office.  If they call you about routine tests, there’s probably a problem.  If they don’t call, everything’s fine.  Makes you chew your nails wondering if they’ll call but eventually you relax and stop worrying because if there was a problem, they would have called by now.  I’m still mildly concerned but I’m setting it aside because it’s done and there’s no point in stressing over it now. 

Afterwards, I went to see M, the psych major.  This semester in one of her classes, she’s administering psych assessments like the MMPI and some other tests.  We found a used book store to prowl and some other small shops.  The we had dinner in an Irish Pub (excellent food!) and ice cream at Maggie Moo’s.  Anyway, she is the talkative sort and told me all about the different tests and let me see examples (which she’s probably not supposed to do) but it did give me  something to ponder on the long drive home.